Friday, September 21, 2007
That lump at the side of my gum was getting really really painful today. It was a pain that stretched along the jaw, down to the neck. I couldn’t even brush my hand against that side of my face, touch my cheek, coz that’ll hurt.
It reached the point where I had to grab a cold soft drink can and rest it against my cheek.
I hate dentists… granted I’ve never had nightmare experiences with them when I was young, but still, I just dun like them. I still remember the gross sandy grainy thing they used to use to clean my teeth – I’ll imagine accidentally swallowing it and getting poisoned. So after I left primary school, I never went to see a dentist again. Ever. I never had the need to do so – my teeth are ok, thank God.
But now… it looked like a trip to the dentist was unavoidable.
Another thing I hate… medical sort people who nag at you about your vices. So I’m a smoker, but it’s my bloody body, and gums… of course I know what happens to the body when you smoke – MOH does a good job reminding me – but that’s my problem.
But the dentist just went on and on and on. In the beginning, when he looked into my mouth, he started tsking and moaning about what a bad state my insides are, like as though all my teeth have fallen out like that. Then he proceeded to paint me a doomsday scenario of what’ll happen if I continue smoking.
But after he did an x-ray and took a closer look at the insides, he had to admit that it was THAT bad… that it was a gum infection which just needed antibiotics and that perhaps I should get my teeth cleaned (which I did agree, considering how I haven’t done anything to them since I was 12).
And then he sent me off with 50 bucks worth of drugs. Thankfully, one of them was a rather effective painkiller.
So I’m feeling better now… still kinda irritated, but at least I’m not walking around with an ice pack to my cheek.
Oh, by the way… I’ve signed up for a gym membership…
Lol, I know some of you are thinking, ‘for what??? Your estate got gym what!’
No, I’ve not won the lottery or something… I just decided I needed to have a hobby, something to do regularly… and by making it exercise, I’ll be killing two birds with one stone – having a hobby, and losing weight, and God knows I need to lose weight.
And this membership Nis found us, is quite good. They’ve a number of outlets where the members aren’t the picture-perfect, ‘you-dun-fucking-need-a-gym-with-that-bod’ sort. I prefer that, coz as confident as I try to be, I can still feel intimidated by such people in a gym, especially when they strut around in expensive branded sportswear like they’re doing the catwalk instead of exercising. Like, why spend so much on clothes you’re gonna soak with sweat??? If I’m gonna spend money on nice clothes, hell I’m not going to exercise in them. A big comfy tee and shorts is good for exercise, and really helps facilitate movement.
Maybe I’m just a lowly being without the ability to buy brands… someone who doesn’t understand the mentality of you rich high-class silly people.
Anyway… and the gyms are well-equipped, they conduct group sessions with interesting classes like stepxercise, kickboxing, dancing, yoga… so I wun get bored. They even have aqua-aerobics!
Their changing rooms are lovely, with lockers and a sauna and steamroom… and ya, their members seem decent. Normal people like myself… working types…
Plus, there was an offer! So we got the membership cheaper than usual. Lol... so while i do have to be more prudent with my spending now, at least i dun have to sell an arm and a leg. and when the wallet hurts, u're even more determined to get ur money's worth!
So now Nis and I have plans to fully utilize our membership… it’s good to have a partner so we can motivate each other to go for classes etc..
Lalala… I just need to find my track shoes… I have this sinking suspicion that i lost them when moving house… fuck, that means I need to dig out money from some hole to buy shoes.
Stay tuned for the latest episode of ‘SgFairy’s weight fight!”
It reached the point where I had to grab a cold soft drink can and rest it against my cheek.
I hate dentists… granted I’ve never had nightmare experiences with them when I was young, but still, I just dun like them. I still remember the gross sandy grainy thing they used to use to clean my teeth – I’ll imagine accidentally swallowing it and getting poisoned. So after I left primary school, I never went to see a dentist again. Ever. I never had the need to do so – my teeth are ok, thank God.
But now… it looked like a trip to the dentist was unavoidable.
Another thing I hate… medical sort people who nag at you about your vices. So I’m a smoker, but it’s my bloody body, and gums… of course I know what happens to the body when you smoke – MOH does a good job reminding me – but that’s my problem.
But the dentist just went on and on and on. In the beginning, when he looked into my mouth, he started tsking and moaning about what a bad state my insides are, like as though all my teeth have fallen out like that. Then he proceeded to paint me a doomsday scenario of what’ll happen if I continue smoking.
But after he did an x-ray and took a closer look at the insides, he had to admit that it was THAT bad… that it was a gum infection which just needed antibiotics and that perhaps I should get my teeth cleaned (which I did agree, considering how I haven’t done anything to them since I was 12).
And then he sent me off with 50 bucks worth of drugs. Thankfully, one of them was a rather effective painkiller.
So I’m feeling better now… still kinda irritated, but at least I’m not walking around with an ice pack to my cheek.
Oh, by the way… I’ve signed up for a gym membership…
Lol, I know some of you are thinking, ‘for what??? Your estate got gym what!’
No, I’ve not won the lottery or something… I just decided I needed to have a hobby, something to do regularly… and by making it exercise, I’ll be killing two birds with one stone – having a hobby, and losing weight, and God knows I need to lose weight.
And this membership Nis found us, is quite good. They’ve a number of outlets where the members aren’t the picture-perfect, ‘you-dun-fucking-need-a-gym-with-that-bod’ sort. I prefer that, coz as confident as I try to be, I can still feel intimidated by such people in a gym, especially when they strut around in expensive branded sportswear like they’re doing the catwalk instead of exercising. Like, why spend so much on clothes you’re gonna soak with sweat??? If I’m gonna spend money on nice clothes, hell I’m not going to exercise in them. A big comfy tee and shorts is good for exercise, and really helps facilitate movement.
Maybe I’m just a lowly being without the ability to buy brands… someone who doesn’t understand the mentality of you rich high-class silly people.
Anyway… and the gyms are well-equipped, they conduct group sessions with interesting classes like stepxercise, kickboxing, dancing, yoga… so I wun get bored. They even have aqua-aerobics!
Their changing rooms are lovely, with lockers and a sauna and steamroom… and ya, their members seem decent. Normal people like myself… working types…
Plus, there was an offer! So we got the membership cheaper than usual. Lol... so while i do have to be more prudent with my spending now, at least i dun have to sell an arm and a leg. and when the wallet hurts, u're even more determined to get ur money's worth!
So now Nis and I have plans to fully utilize our membership… it’s good to have a partner so we can motivate each other to go for classes etc..
Lalala… I just need to find my track shoes… I have this sinking suspicion that i lost them when moving house… fuck, that means I need to dig out money from some hole to buy shoes.
Stay tuned for the latest episode of ‘SgFairy’s weight fight!”
